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Ballad Of Sea And Sky

Walker Of The Blue Sky

In a world called Infinite Soul Star, there is an extraordinary group that controls all kinds of incredible powers by mastering their Soul Force. They are called Soul Masters. Soul Masters awaken their Soul Mark which is essential to walk the path of Soul Cultivation, but they still need the Soul Orb to help them awaken. Emrys crossed over and carried a strange multicolored orb that could strengthen the Soul Orbs. The multicolored orb was simply too mysterious. It can not only strengthen the Soul Orbs and increase their quality, but it can also bring many benefits to Emrys in several ways that he could have never imagined. The Multicolored Orb also provided Emrys a SYSTEM which can help him understand the functions of the Multicolored Orb in an easy way. It changed his life completely. Not only did it grant Emrys the ability to level up the Soul Orbs to the Mythical level that no one in the world knew about, but it also provided him the "Soul Mark" that gave him the ability to manipulate space itself. But this Multicolored Orb seems to be more mysterious than Emrys originally thought. There was much more to it than just a SYSTEM and a few abilities. This Multicolored Orb was an inheritance item of a Supreme Being, one who had surpassed the constraints of a reality known as "Cultivation". In the universe, every creature engages in a relentless struggle, fighting, killing, betraying, and enduring countless hardships to advance along the path of cultivation. Yet, this Supreme Being had transcended beyond this reality. How? Let's walk on this journey together with Emrys to know the answer. At the same time, we can see how he becomes the Walker of Blue Sky. ______________________________ Readers might find grammatical errors so please ignore them and enjoy the story.
RazaKarim · 501.8K Views

Ashes of the Sky: Twins of Lightning

For fourteen years, twins Shiro and Kuro have known only pain, captivity, and battle. Born to mortal parents, their fates were sealed before birth when a fragment of Zeus’s soul embedded itself within their mother’s womb. Blessed—or cursed—with the powers of lightning, air, and the cosmos itself, they were destined for greatness. But an unknown organization feared their potential and stole them away as children, murdering their mother and erasing their past. Raised in a secret facility, they have been trained—tortured—to become the most powerful warriors in history. With their abilities shackled by collars designed to control them, they endure relentless battles, endless experiments, and a cruel existence where even their pain is shared—when one twin is injured, the other suffers half the wound. Yet, something inside them stirs. A power greater than their captors imagined, something even their collars cannot suppress forever. As they approach their eighteenth birthday, their true inheritance awakens—the limitless power of the cosmos. With their full strength unleashed, they finally seize the chance to break free from their prison. But their escape comes at a cost. The moment they are unshackled, the world feels their presence—a presence long hidden by the facility’s suppression field. Now, their captors aren’t the only ones hunting them. Governments, secret organizations, and unknown forces all want a piece of the twins who command the storm. Forced into hiding, they take refuge in Ashnar Academy, the world’s top training ground for elite warriors, assassins, and combat specialists. But even here, danger lurks in every shadow, and whispers of prophecy follow their every move. Enemies are everywhere. Allies are few. And time is running out. Because the storm is coming. And Shiro and Kuro will either rise as gods—or fall as monsters.
jackattack · 2.6K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 706.9K Views
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